the separation is going to happen soon

everyone and their mother knows about that injustice scene where superman casually walks through the glass/wall separating him from an incarcerated bruce wayne, but my favorite part during that ordeal is how clark goes “with good behavior you could be out soon” and bruce just replies “i’m not exactly behaving well in here, clark. i’m beating up A LOT of people” with a smile on his face, because it’s exactly what would happen if he’d realistically go to prison in canon and had no incentive to break out

all the bad guys he’s helped get caught ready to jump him because there’s too much bad blood between them, and bruce putting down his book, standing up, dusting with orange overalls and nonchalantly going, “i’m glad we’ve all gathered here today, under this fine weather” before people start crying and flying across the prison yard, a random cat yelping in the background while things crash audibly

currents | (m)

Originally posted by osyub

pairing: jung hoseok x reader
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (this is low-key cute and sad at the same time, my heart)
words: 5,959
summary: you’ve been in a long-distance friendship with Hoseok for a couple of years, hiding feelings that you think he may also reciprocate. What happens when you finally cross paths with him again…
note. based on a request. Named after this song here. Also, periods of italics indicate the characters are speaking English!

a/n: by the way, who’s shocked I managed to write something under 6k…Has this ever happened before?! Also, this is really different for me because I don’t usually like writing so close to reality, but I loved the idea so much, I had to write it!

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10 Years (The Beginning)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: heartbreak

A/N: This is an AU series that I have been working on for so damn long! Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually posting it. I really hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions or queries about what will happen. Thank you to @dylan-trash-tbh for keeping me sane.

Tagging: @nervousmemzie @darlingimafangirl @apollogirl13

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Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


“I’m not going,” You stated clearly as your fiancé glanced at you over his cup of coffee, you shoved the postcard to the side, looking through the other envelopes that the postman delivered moments ago. Bills. Bills. And more bills. You averted your eyes from Asher’s blue ones, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

“It’s your ten-year High School reunion, y/n. You have to go.” He stated, standing up from the chair and walking to the mirror that hung on the wall opposite the kitchen breakfast counter. He adjusted his tie before sighing, turning to you, his eyes pleading for you to help. You walked up to the sandy haired man, giggling as you fixed his navy tie. “Just think about it, what I’d do to go back to my ten-year reunion and give the people a piece of my mind.” You laughed aloud, shaking your head.

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Little witch (Part 4)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 754

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?

A/N: I am so so so so sorry for not posting the next part in two weeks. It’s the end of the school year so I had a lot of exams. Most of the times i was too exhausted to sit in front of the laptop and write. I really want to apologize if this part is not that interesting but i will do my best to post new part every day (but do not promise). Please let me know what you think about it ♥ It’s really important for me to know you opinion about the story :) Enjoy!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

“That’s how I burned down part of Hydra’s base.”, (Y/N) spoken softly. Tears that she didn’t know was hiding were now rolling down. Nobody said anything. They were shocked by what the girl went though at the age of seven.

“They were trying to program me. Their intentions were to create fighters better than the Winter Soldier and Black Widow.”

“If they can control them we are have a big problem.”, Tony stated as he tried to emphasize how serious the problem was.

“How many are they?”

“I don’t know”, the last events weren’t leaving her mind, “Probably 8 or less. I don’t know how many survived.”

“As far as we know the base is still whole. You may have burnt down part of it.”, Steve declared as he stood up and began walking.

“What did you feel?”, Bruce asked all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“What did you feel right before you burnt the base?”

“Oh. I- um…fire. Yeah, definitely fire, but not literally. I mean, it was -“

“Relieving? Taking you whole, feeling powerful because of the rage built inside you and yet it somehow calms you down?”, Banner finished her sentence.

“Exactly.”, (Y/N) was amazed by this. Mr. Banner wasn’t lying her when he had said he cannot control his anger that easily.

“What about when we found you?”, Wanda questioned as she understood what Bruce was attempting to o.

“Scared. Naked. Exposed. Breakable.”

“Mixed feeling, paranoia overwhelming you?”

“Yes.”, after some seconds Banner revealed his thoughts making them a statement.

“I think I know what your powers are.”

Ten minutes later the whole gang was in the training room waiting to see what the young witch was capable of.

“Are you sure Mr. Banner?”

“Call me Bruce, please.”, her gave the girl a smile and nodded, “Yes, I am.”

“But how can I control the elements? I mean, how did you find this out?”

“Fire is symbolized by rage, anger. It the Greek Mythology Ares, the furious god of war, is always drawn with red paint and flames around him. Also, when you said a great amount of different feeling overwhelmed you, it showed me that you can control earth. When we found you, your first action was to use those spikes to warn or kill the people trying to disturb you. Earth is believed to give humans stability. So basically your powers had tried to calm your mind down by using the ground as a weapon. But when Peter entered you shelter you were again taken by your fears making unstable and unpredictable like the wind.”

“So my emotional condition affects my powers?”

“That’s right. So now we would try to teach you how to use them without letting the emotions taking you over.”, Steve patted the girl on her shoulder.

“What if I hurt you?”

“Do not worry about us.”, Tony smiled in order to reassure her.

Ten minutes later all the Avengers were in a shield created by Wanda with her powers in the second floor of the training room. It wasn’t a whole floor just a part of it from where the instructor could watch or could enter the premises.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the great Avengerrrrs.”, (Y/N) ‘announced’ with a sarcastic tone in her formal voice, “Good to know old men and women are scared of a puny girl.”, Wanda who was standing against the girl laughed as she saw her friends trying to protect themselves in the shield she had created.

“Hey, don’t blame us that we value our lives and want to keep them as longer as possible.”, Tony acted as a drama queen placing his hand over  the place where his heart was supposed to be.

“Guys, you must accept it. She is right.”

“Why don’t you shut up and show the girl whatever you are going to show her.”

“As you wish Mr. Stank.”, Wanda retorted back and turned around to face (Y/N). The girl was nervous as she was able to see. Her hands were slightly shaking and she kept rubbing them against her clothes in order to remove the sweat, “So, I am going to attack you. Don’t worry i won’t hurt you. You just have to try to protect yourself somehow by using your energy. Just before that do not panic about the situation, that’s the most important thing you have to do. Breathe and then try to look deep inside you, searching for the power you want. Think about it, think how you want it to look, what and how you are going to do with it.”, the girl nodded but she felt nothing from this instructions was going to be fulfilled.

Wanda’s fingers were moving and seconds later they were shining in red but the woman wasn’t attacking her yet. (Y/N) did her best to follow the advice. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She had four powers and only one was able to protect her right now– air. The girl remembered the feeling when she had attacked Peter. The air was tickling the tips if her fingers. She looked for that feeling again but nothing happened. No strange feeling inside her, no power felt. She opened her eyes just in time to see Wanda’s magic coming towards her. She kneeled down to avoid it.

“Don’t give up. It won’t happen from the first time.”, Steve said.

The girl inhaled and exhaled deeply this time trying with another power. There wasn’t ground or water her so she had to use fire. This time was the same failure.

“Nothing is happening.”, the girl stated after her seventh attempt, “I feel nothing inside me, only darkness. Guess why? Because my fucking eyes are fucking closed!”  

“Language!”, Steve called from inside the shield.

“Sorry.”, the girl gave the man an innocent smile but deep inside her she was feeling the same way as she had felt in the Hydra base – as a failure, miserable failure that cannot do anything. What was she doing here? Why did she even trust those guys? Why the hell was she thinking the brown haired teenager is attractive? A lot of questions suddenly filled her mind making her feel odd, questioning all her actions since she exploded part of the base. What is she even?

“Earth to (Y/N)! Are you listening?”, Peter’s voice took her out of the trans she had been immersed in.

“Yes…no, sorry! It’s just… I’m sucking. I can’t protect myself by creating a stupid shield from air or fire. I don’t know how to use my powers and how to control them! It’s driving me crazy when I am failing at things. Especially this!”, the girl shouted as soon as despair filled her body. She wasn’t going to give up, no. She was going to fight with teeth until she reached the final but all those events that happened in the last three days…it was too heavy for her to bear.

“(Y/n), hey, you can do it. I know you can. You’ve gone through a lot and this…this stupid thing cannot stop you. You are brave, you are-”, Peter had approached the red shield separating the two teenagers that were slowly falling under the love curse of each other. His voice was soft, his intentions good and it was felt. But the girl was too gentle. Not like a flower that would break under a slightly rougher touch, but like a bomb that was going to explode if the person holding her didn’t know how to defuse it. Peter was from those who were about to get killed because of the wrong actions he made.

“You don’t know me to tell me what I am! I do not know what I am!”, she screamed at the boy. Her body was moving on its own. For a moment (Y/N) felt as a prisoner. She was seeing what she was doing but she couldn’t control herself. The girl felt it, the power that was running through her veins, that was slowly taking control of her hands, mind, thoughts…Her hands were on fire. She moved them towards the shield sending a fire orb. At first the shield swallowed it but then it began swelling and the fire finally was in charge. The shield was now like a cell keeping its victims. The small prison was causing troubles with their ability to inhale. Wanda did something and the small hell torture was gone. The girl was standing there, her feet glued to the ground not letting her move. She was like a living stone – looking unbreakable and hard but this event causing her to crack from inside. When she saw the avengers’ looks she finally felt what she was trying to hide. She was a dangerous weapon, the desired weapon from Hydra that could kill thousands of people without caring at first place. She felt guilt, but more important – part of her felt good.

“I told you we would need a shield.”, Tony stated as he and the rest of the group gave it a try to stand up. Most of them were shocked about what had happened. Of course, not about themselves but the girl. She was shocked – looking at a spot on the wall between the heads of her victims, not moving, pale as snow. Her bottom lip was shaking as her hands did.

“I-I…I am -”, they all knew she was going to apologize but it was hard for her to find the right words.

“Hey, kid, we are used to having our asses kicked. You haven’t hurt anyone, no need to worry.”, Steve rushed towards (Y/N) in order to calm the girl down. He knew what Hydra was capable of and what the girl had gone through was infernal. It would have been unnatural if she was stable.

“But I could have.”, Steve saw the tears forming in her (y/e/c) eyes. Seeing this little girl beside him made his heart shrink. How could he not see the broken, the innocent, the lost girl? He only thought of her as a way Hydra to entice them…He was supposed to be a superhero, to have faith in everything, to see the good in every bad. The blonde man had no idea what to say as though a cat had gotten his tongue. He opened his mouth to say something, to help this little girl who had lost everything in her life but he closed it seconds later.

Wanda came closer as she knew (Y/N) trusted her more than the others. Peter followed her actions but as soon as they were next to the girl she ran away.

“(Y/N)!”, Peter called after the girl and was about to run after her but Steve grabbed him, “She needs help!”, he demanded and tried to  escape the strong grip with no luck.

“She needs to be alone with herself right now, Pete. I think we might have damaged her more rather than helping.”

The next week (Y/N) was distant. She talked only with Wanda and Bruce and trained only with them. The others tried to make her feel as at home she never had but the girl was barely giving in. She was stubborn, that was for sure, but with nights spent at her room with Wanda she understood how wrong her actions are.

“You are not doing anything bad, but how they are trying to help and you should not be scared that you will hurt them. I know how you feel. When I began my training here I wasn’t as good as now, I almost crashed the training room down.”, the woman laughed at the thought that just appeared in her head, “I remember Tony’s face when he came down and saw one of the walls missing.”

“Really?”. The girl laughed along with her new best friend.

“Yes. He made me practice outside even after he repaired it.”, Wanda looked at (Y/N) feeling her as the little sister she never had, “See, no matter what happens they are going to be your family only if you let them. They are strange I can assume, we had out times of division but we came back together.”

It was 8.00 pm. (Y/N) was lying on her bed thinking about Wanda’s words as she tent to do the last three days. The girl felt Wanda as a sister she could trust. She believed her and knew that all the things she had told her were true. Strangely this people were trying to give her a home, to give her a family and she was backing. Why? Was it because it was happening too fast? Maybe because it felt so unreal that it was more possible to be Hydra test than a part of the reality? Only in her first day here she told them her whole story, she was given a private room, they tried to help her with her powers. And what did she do? She almost killed them and ran away crying like a baby…Yeah, a really good first impression. The girl had to accept the information that Hydra was away, not torturing her, not going after her or if they did, she was safe here with people to protect her and teach her how to do the same.

For a week she slightly improved her powers. Well, she still wasn’t able to control them but for now she didn’t need to be so angry to use any of her powers. The girl was trying to use the built in her rage to call her powers instead of letting the anger take control over her. (Y/N) was happy with the results for only one week and this success was one of the things encouraging her to go to the living room where the Avengers were meeting every night to eat and relax somehow.

(Y/N) stood up and looked in the mirror. She was wearing pink pajamas with unicorns on them which was definitely not her style. But what could she do? Wanda was too happy to call somebody a sister… The witch opened the wardrobe. The first time she did so she was amazed how big it was and most importantly that it was full of clothes fitting her perfectly. Now, she was kind of used to it but not at all. The girl took out comfortable jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. After dressing up she exited the room. Taking a deep breath she guided her legs towards the living room which was on the floor below. As she reached the glass door she looked inside. They were all scattered around the room – some on the sofas, some on the armchairs, and some on the floor. (Y/N) inhaled and exhaled deeply and then opened the door. The Avengers didn’t hear it because they were immersed in their conversation but e certain one did with his super senses.

The boy turned around and as the two lovebirds, as Tony liked to call them, saw each other they both stopped doing whatever they were for a moment. (Y/N) looked directly at Peter and for a moment it was only the two of them. The girl hated this feeling but as she had no powers in her emotions, neither on her hearth.

“(Y/N)!”, Wanda exclaimed and ran towards her to give her a hug. The Avengers looked at the girl surprised.

“Ms. (Y/N)!”, Thor came and ruffled her hair, “I am so happy to see you there.”, by his voice, the girl understood he had drank something but his relaxed behavior around her, the fact he was himself made her smile.

“Hello everyone!”, she greeted the gang and sat down next to Wanda and opposite Peter who was now giving her e reassuring smile. She smiled back, “Can I have a slice?”, she asked as the witch pointed at the three pizzas in front of her.

“Of course!”, Tony answered as he poured another glass of alcohol, “But hurry up because Thor is going to eat them all.”

(Y/N) laughed and joined the Avengers that night. At first she thought she wouldn’t fit there but she couldn’t have been more wrong. This was the first time from ages she felt happy again, she felt loved and welcomed. She wasn’t scared anymore, neither in pain. She was feeling young, carefree, free as a teenager should feel. The witch felt normal and for once in her whole life, she forgot about the nightmares that chased her each night.  

Part 5 

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Kiss me (Vernon scenario)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Vernon/ Reader

The room was filled with heavy panting and slurping. You bobbed your head until his cock hit the back of your throat and he released a breathy moan, tangling his fingers in your hair and accidentally thrusting into your mouth. You somehow managed not to choke and swallowed hard around him, hearing his soft moans.

Shit” you heard him say when he felt your hands caress his belly under his shirt while circling the head with your tongue, his legs shaking and almost collapsing. You sucked around the tip and then swallowed his entire length in one go scratching his abdomen until you reached his hips. That made him lose the little self-control he had left. He held your head with both of his hands and fucked your mouth roughly, cursing under his breath.

“N-noona” he called you.

“Mmh?”

“Ooh-fuck! Noona… Haa-Look at me” he pleaded.

You looked up and met his lidded eyes. That was all it took for him to come undone, pushing your head down and releasing his load down your throat. This was the first time you saw him cum that much.

“So pretty…” you heard him murmur while you struggled to swallow all of his seed. That’s when you noticed his eyes never left yours. He was still watching you in awe. He really was acting strange today.

FLASHBACK

You were about to give up and let your friend go back home by herself but it wouldn’t be fair considering how many times she had taken care of your drunk ass before so you continued looking for her in each available room of the house, ignoring the random guys trying to dance with you and the stoned people trying to make you join them. The party was out of control and you heard the neighbors complaining so you were sure the cops would arrive anytime. You went up the stairs, knowing that you would probably find people banging but it was the only placed you hadn’t searched for her. You opened two doors and saw exactly what you were expecting before continuing your quest. When you reached the third door, you recognized her voice mixed with somebody else’s. You didn’t want to cockblock her but you needed to be sure she was ok so you opened the door carefully without them noticing and that’s when you saw something that completely ruined your night: She was having sex with the man she knew you had a crush on. Slowly you closed the door and kept on walking until you reached the next door, opening it, getting in and locking it behind you. You were trying to process what you had just seen, thinking that you could convince yourself that the alcohol had made you imagine things… but you hadn’t drank anything at all.

“Y/N noona? Are you okay?” said a shy voice. Your eyes snapped open and you saw Vernon sitting on the bed.

“Oh- Sorry, I didn’t know there was someone here” you said with a monotone voice. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

“You can stay, I don’t mind.” he said shrugging “A friend told me I could sleep in this room but…” he stopped awkwardly and you could hear the loud moans coming from the room your ‘friend’ was in “…I don’t think I will be able to sleep anytime soon.” He said drinking some vodka from a bottle.

“…Can I have some of that?” you asked deciding that you could use some alcohol. He offered you the bottle and smiled. Had his smile always been this beautiful? You took three long sips as you felt his worried eyes on you.

“Hey, easy…It’s pretty strong.” He warned but you ignored him and took one more sip before giving it back to him. He seemed to be about to ask something when you two heard the loud banging of the bed’s headboard against the wall that separated the two rooms, followed by screams of pleasure.

“Well,” he said moving around uncomfortably “at least someone is having fun.”

Instead of replying you went to reach for the bottle on his lap again but you accidentally touched his groin and he gasped. You looked down and saw that he was half hard, which made sense considering the show they were putting on next door. You looked up again and saw his eyes, darker than usual, looking at you with uncertainty. You pressed the palm of your hand against his pants and his eyelashes fluttered, his perfect teeth biting his lower lip.  He was gorgeous. How come you hadn’t noticed how handsome he was before? There was a literal angel there, his cock hard against your hand willing to let you touch him. Fuck your friend. Fuck your crush.

You slowly opened the zipper and palmed him through his boxers, squeezing until there was a dark stain of precum on them. His chest was already rising and falling heavily when you pulled his cock out and started jerking him off slowly. He sighed and took another sip of vodka, offering you the bottle. You gladly drank some and moved your hand faster. He rested his head on your shoulder whining and thrusting up until your hand was sticky with cum and he was trembling from head to toes. You didn’t have time to say anything because you heard loud noises coming from the first floor. You cleaned your hand and he put his soft dick back into his pants when you heard a loud bang on the door.

“RUN, EVERYONE! IT’S THE COPS!”

You looked at each other and left the room running, getting lost in the crowd and going separate ways.

You never talked about what happened but, after that night, there was something like a secret agreement between the two of you. Whenever you met at a party, you would act like nothing happened between you and then you would find a place to be alone so you could jerk him off or go down on him. None of you said anything afterwards. You didn’t have anything to say, you simply enjoyed seeing his angelical face twisting in pleasure but that was it. He didn’t say anything because he never had the time; you always left as soon as he reached his orgasm. He had tried to touch you or return the favor a couple of times but you always told him it wasn’t necessary before saying “I’m leaving first.”

Jeonghan was the first one to notice the way Vernon looked at you and he asked you what was going on.

“Nothing” you said honestly.

END OF FLASHBACK

He caressed your cheek softly and continued thrusting into your mouth weakly until his cock softened completely and you released it coughing a little. After putting his cock back into his pants, he kneeled in front of you and cleaned the corner of your lips, smiling sweetly before leaning in for a kiss but you backed off, looking at him confused. You had never kissed before. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before his hand caressed your thigh, making his way under your skirt.

“You don’t have to, really.” You said understanding his intention and standing up but today he didn’t seem to be in the submissive mood. He grabbed your hips and pinned them against the door, holding your skirt up, kissing your thighs very close to your panties.

“Hansol, really-“you tried but the only thing that left your lips after that was a loud gasp when you felt him giving an open kiss to your wetness.

His teeth grazed your clit and one of his hands reached the hem of your panties, pulling them down but you quickly held them in place with both of your hands. He looked up, his eyes full of defiance.

“You’re soaking wet, noona.” He said.

“I’m fine.” You lied. You wanted him badly but something in your mind kept telling you it was a bad idea to let this become a mutual thing. He tried to pull them down once more but your grip was strong.

“Fine.” He said before moving your panties to the side a little and flattening his tongue against your clit. You couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped your lips. One of his hands made its way to your entrance slowly pushing one finger inside of you. He kept thrusting it in and out at a torturing pace, his tongue drawing small circles over the sensitive nub.

“H-hansol!” you tried to push him away but whenever your hand left the hem of your panties he would try to take them off so you decided to keep your hands where they were, stomach contracting feeling the pleasure building inside of you. “Oh my god- Hansol… HANSOL!” you almost screamed when he pushed two fingers inside of you sucking on your clit and humming. You tried to move away from him but he growled and used his forearm to pin your hips against the door again. His fingers moved faster and you soon reached your climax shaking uncontrollably, your legs finally giving in.

He caught you right before your knees hit the ground and lied you down. You didn’t have time to react before he was burying his head between your legs again. You screamed out of pleasure and oversensitivity.

“Wait! I- Aaah… I can’t, Hansol.” You sobbed but he only licked faster, holding both of your legs around his head and moaning against you like he couldn’t get enough of you, driving you crazy. Soon you found yourself praising him and encouraging him with words like “Yeah, just like that. Right there…” and “Mmh you really know what you’re doing.” Your hands grabbed his soft hair when you felt your second orgasm hitting you, moaning so loud you were sure everyone heard you even though the music was incredibly loud out there.

You couldn’t move for a few minutes after that, feeling him kissing your thighs and then your left knee, looking at you tenderly.

“Why did you do that?” you finally asked.

“Why not? You’ve made me come many times.”

“Yeah, but I do it because I like it.”

“Me too.” He replied while one of his hands moved back to play with the hem of your panties. “Next time I’m ripping them off.” He said his voice dropping an octave.

You looked at him shocked but he only stared back expressionless before standing up.

“I’m leaving first.” He said fixing his clothes and going back to the party.

You sat up and looked at the wall in front of you and then suddenly the realization hit you. You were always the one in charge but now that he had stopped following your orders you understood how dangerous the situation was. You never let him touch you because you knew you were starting to fall for him but were in deep denial. You tried to relax and think rationally: it hadn’t been more than a couple of months since you had started this ‘secret encounters’ so all you had to do was find someone else to hook up with and you would forget about Vernon.

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You started going to random clubs instead of the typical parties at your friends’. You needed to find someone new and avoid seeing Vernon. You had had a few one night stands the last few weeks and they were ok… but no one had made you cum as hard as Hansol. You even said his name while sleeping with a random guy but you weren’t giving up tonight, you were going to get laid.

You were dancing sensually with a tall handsome stranger while he was kissing you and his hands wandered under your clothes. You were about to invite him to your apartment when you heard your name.

“Y/N noona?” said a familiar voice. You turned around to see Dino, barely standing up. “Noona, thank god-Please h-help me…”

“Dino? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” you asked reaching for him right in time. He was so drunk his legs didn’t even work properly anymore.

The man behind you was getting impatient because you were in the middle of something but you eventually told him to fuck off. You could get laid any other day but you needed to get Dino out of there.

“Hey, Dino. Come on, let’s go outside. You need some fresh air.” You said but he was so heavy that it took you at least 10 minutes to take him outside. He sat on a bench, hiding his head between his knees but never letting go of your hand while apologizing to you.

“It’s ok. I’m glad I was here to help you. I’m calling S.coups, ok?” you said caressing his hand but he raised his head so fast he felt dizzy and begged you not to call him.

“Dino, I have to call someone. I can’t carry you by myself.”

“Y/N noona?” called someone behind you and now you definitely wanted to die because you knew exactly who it was.

“Hansol…” you murmured.” What are you doing here?”

“Dino called me and he sounded drunk as fuck so I came to find him… What are you doing here?” he asked suspiciously.

“I was…dancing.” you said.

“…Did you come alone?” he asked glaring at you but you couldn’t answer because Dino groaned and you both turned your attention back to him.

“Hey man, I’m taking you back to the dorm. Let’s go.” He said gently but Dino just squeezed your hand and said he didn’t want to.

“S.coups hyung is going to kill me.” He sobbed.

“We can’t just stay here forever. You need to sleep.” Said Vernon pulling his arm to make him stand up.

“Noona, can’t I stay with you instead?” asked Dino.

You and Vernon looked at each other.

“Don’t you think they’ll get worried-?” you started but were interrupted by Vernon.

“I’ll text them and tell them that we were visiting you but it was too late to go back home.”

“…You’re staying at my apartment too?!”

“Is there a problem with that?” he asked looking into your eyes.

“No, of course not.” You replied before Dino hugged you.

“Thank you…” he said relieved.

Once you got to your apartment, you made Dino eat a sandwich and drink some water before he apologized again.

“Dino, I told you it was fine. Stop apologizing.” You said petting his hair.

“But I interrupted something important, noona. You were about to have a great night and I ruined it” he said drunkenly. You felt yourself blush and tried to make him lie down on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” asked Vernon curiously.

“It’s the alcohol.” You said quickly taking Dino’s shoes off but Dino continued talking.

“The dude who was kissing you. His hands were inside your jeans and I ruined everything. He should be here instead of us.”

There was a dead silence in the living room, only interrupted by another apology by Dino and then he finally fell asleep. You put a blanket over him and gave Vernon another blanket and a pillow before going to your room, quickly taking your pants and bra off and sliding under the covers and pulling them over your head and falling asleep.

In the dark of the night you heard your name and opened your eyes to see Vernon sitting next to you on your bed, staring at your face. When you finally understood it wasn’t a dream, you sat up immediately.

What are you doing here?” you hissed.

“We need to talk.” He said simply.

“About what?” you played dumb.

“About giving each other mind blowing orgasms and then pretending nothing happened, for example.” He replied. He looked tired and not willing to deal with your mind games.

“Hansol…it just happened, there’s nothing to say.”

“It just ‘happened’” he repeated. “Just like the guy Dino mentioned, right?”

“I don’t owe you any explanation. I met a man at the club and I’m an adult so I can do whatever I want.”

“So that guy and I…Are we the same?” he asked.

“Yes.” You lied… but you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting from him. He smirked and caressed your face.

“You’re lying.”

“Excuse me?”

“Dino said he saw you two kissing.”

“And?”

“You have never let me kiss you.”

“I don’t see your point.” You said but you did see his point. You just wanted to make him believe he was wrong.

“You let a random guy you just met kiss you and touch you because it doesn’t mean anything to you… However you know if you let me do those things it will mean something. It will mean everything.”

“Hansol-“ You started.

“Why are you afraid of kissing me?”

“I am not afraid.” You said defiantly.

“Prove it.” He whispered against your lips and wow…when did he get that close to your face?

“Just one kiss.” You told him.

“Just one kiss.” He repeated and crashed his lips against yours. His lips were incredibly soft and warm, specially his tongue licking your lips trying to open your mouth. “C’mon” he whispered when you refused to let him in. He bit your lower lip and held the back of your head with his hand, making you gasp which gave him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in. You moaned and buried your hands in his hair eliciting an approving purr from him. ‘How could a simple kiss feel so good?’ You wondered without noticing he had crawled on top of you and imprisoned you under his body, his hands all over you.

You felt his hard on only covered by his boxers pushing insistently against your clothed core, his fingers tracing figures over your belly and his mouth now on your neck.

“H-Hansol…it was just one kiss.” You reminded him feeling yourself lose your will already.

“I know. I haven’t finished.” He replied taking off your shirt completely and massaging your breasts before pushing them together and lick your nipples alternately.

“Aah-“you tried to conceal your moans but he noticed and one of his hands found its way into your panties, teasing your entrance.

“Mmh…You get wet as soon as I start touching you.” He sounded satisfied running his finger over your arousal before pushing two fingers inside.

“Oh…Ha-aahnsol. Wait, Dino is in the living r-room.” You remembered and tried to grab your panties but he wasn’t having it. Just like he promised last time, he grabbed your panties and ripped them off before taking off his shirt and boxers.

You couldn’t believe this boy. He looked like a lost puppy most of the time but apparently he had a dominant side, which was turning you on more than you wanted to admit.

He looked down at you, admiring your naked body and conflicted expression before he cooed and went for another kiss. This time you didn’t complain and just kissed back while he pushed his cock inside of you. You moaned, your head falling back and he sucked on your neck and collarbones, mumbling words like “so beautiful”, “perfect” and “my girl” before pulling out and slamming back in. He fucked you slowly but hard, circling his hips and holding your legs against his shoulders. You had never felt this good before and you thought it couldn’t get any better until he increased the pace, bending you over the bed and his forehead almost touching yours.

“I can’t do this.” He suddenly said. “I can’t stand-fuck!…I c-can’t stand knowing you let o-other men touch you like mmh this.”

“Hansol w-we ooh…we were never exclusiveaah!” You tried to explain but his cock reached so deep inside of you that you suddenly couldn’t breathe.

“We are now.” He said fucking you harder and making you hit your orgasm, clenching around him and making him release inside of you with a soft moan. You were so tired you almost fell asleep before you felt him manhandle you and put you on your hands and knees on the bed.

“Hansol?!” you asked confused and then you felt his still hard cock slamming against you again. How could he still be hard after coming like that? Where did all that energy come from?

Sorry,” he said next to your ear. ”please bear with me. I know I can make you come twice…again.”

“Aahh! Hansol… Ooohhh I don’t think I- I can.”

“I know you can, babe” he said before fucking you so hard the headboard was banging against the wall and a painting fell off.

Your arms gave in and your head was left buried against the pillow, your ass up while he held your hips and shoved his dick inside of you roughly. You were screaming so loud you knew your neighbors would complain and Vernon was not quiet either.

“Ah..aah…Nngh yeah, baby- FUCK…. Oh fuck yeah…-OOOHH FUUUCK!” he moaned when he came, reaching your clit and rubbing it fast, making you come while his cock was still jolting inside of you before you both collapsed on the bed.

He pulled out and rolled both of you over so you were lying on your sides, looking into each other’s eyes.

“…You like me” he said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, I think I do.” You admitted since lying after all that had happened was pointless.

“Good because we’re having a date tomorrow.”

“I don’t think we’re doing this right.” You said laughing.

“But it feels right” he said and kissed your shoulder. “Just remember: no more random dudes at the club from now on.”

You just smiled and said “Kiss me.”

“Finally.” He said before kissing you hungrily. He stopped before it turned into a full make out session and added “Let’s stop now. You need to be able to walk for our date.” To which you laughed, letting him hug you. You were about to fall asleep in his arms when he said:

“Poor Dino.”

Firetruck

word count: 2270

a/n: this is a collab with @versigny and a couple other authors! also, this is my first time writing for another group, so please go on easy on me ( ´△`)

|| What starts with F and ends with Uck?

> Fratboy! Mark [NCT]

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by asilentkkaebsong

Y/N had never really been to a party, let alone one held at a mansion as expensive as this. There wasn’t as many people as she anticipated, but that wasn’t a problem at all. Whoever owned this house must’ve had some sort of trust fund – marble floors with columns holding up the second floor paired with an east and west wing.

How luxurious.

There was even an indoor – and heated – swimming pool in the back. Some people had gone to the back to drink and wade in the water. Y/N had been dragged to this party by her group of friends, but at the same time, she wanted to experience a nice house party at least once in her life.

It was obvious who ran this party – they all wore similar styles of clothing and everyone seemed to fawn over them. Y/N could only recognize a few, like the blond boy named Mark and his friend Johnny. It was rare to see the group of boys ever separate. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud, the crowd of people in the first floor just swaying and mingling. The signature red Solo cup was in almost everyone’s hands – everyone except Y/N.

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So I’m playing Ib for the trillionth time, and each time I play, I notice something new that occurs if you backtrack quite often.

Not sure if a post has been done on this before, but I mean… Why not?


If you go back through the whole museum as soon as Garry is added to your party:

Added dialogue for Liars Room, hide and seek room, and you can now get sassed out by that friggen ant. He will also be slapped by the naked lady painting. It made me laugh, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s just the thought of Garry being like “lol bewbs.”

Also, read all of the artwork in case you get the black key during the second playthrough. (I highly recommend it. More Garry action!) Most paintings have extra Garry dialogue. Psst more Garry = win/win situation.


If you go back as far as possible as soon as Mary joins your party:

You now cannot look through the mirror.  As if Mary didn’t mess up enough, now she cuts you off from Garrys’ face. I was so pissedu. 

New conversation about the porno book. This also made me laugh. Probably because such similar situations have happened to me in the past. Cries.

If you also backtrack after the lights turn off on Mary and Ib right before “Separation”, you get new descriptions for what is inside the art boxes. It makes it all nice’n creepy. 


Yey well that’s just what I found tonight, and I felt the need to make a post about it. XD But really, the little details added here and there in games like this, are what makes them so enjoyable to play again and again. 


*Flashes Luigi death stare*

Peace outu.

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One Day, I'll Marry You (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

This is my first DEH imagine (I’ve written a shit load of AWG fics.)

If it’s shitty it’s because I wrote this at 3 am and am too tried to proofread twice.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Enjoy!


Jared Kleinman.

The ever present Jared Kleinman

The family friend Jared Kleinman

The loser Jared Kleinman

The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman

For you Jared was a forced childhood friendship destined for failure from the get go. Or so your families thought. Your moms where friends in high school and remains friends till this day, and were elated when they discovered they were pregnant with babies at the same time! So close in time that you were born less than an hour apart on the same day, same month, same year. Which meant same birthdays and the joint parties! You and Jared had known each other from birth and were stuck with each other. No escaping him. Ever.

As the two of you got older it was apparent to the families of both parties that you two were most likely not going to be friends once your personalities developed. Jared loved video games and action figures and comic books, while you enjoyed playing outside, dolls, and kiddie makeup. Your mothers had predicted your separation after your first fight, what game was to be played. You weren’t even in school yet but they just knew. Or so they thought.

“It’s gonna happen and soon. You know they won’t stay friends” Jared’s mom said while drinking wine at the dining room table. You and Jared were hidden behind the wall, eavesdropping on them. They didn’t know this but the two of you were in a ninja phase, Jared was given Sly Cooper from his grandmother and you both LOVED IT.

“They think we are gonna like, breakup!” Jared whispered to you.

“We can’t breakup we’re not even married!” You replied your knowledge of the world so minimal, all you knew was marriage.

“Well we should prove them wrong!” He cheered. You heard both mothers suddenly stop talking, you locked eyes and took off down the hall way back to Jared’s room in a fit of giggles.

“Hey (y/n)?” Jared piped up after you were safely hidden in his room “when we’re older, like 13, I’m going to marry you!”

“I’ll say yes!” Your giggled picking up the Play Station controller.


That was 14 years ago. This is today.

You were packing your over night bag to drop off at Jared’s before school, you really only packed clothes, you spent almost every weekend at the Kleinman’s so they had a set of over night things for you already.

Grabbing your keys off your nightstand you left the house from your back door, and you found yourself in the Kleinman’s kitchen, you knew this large house like the back of your hand, reminiscing slightly as you headed up to Jared’s room, little you in picture frames smiling brightly always with Jared. You stopped at your favorite, the two of you were sopping wet, holding hands, and neither of you aware of poison ivy and fevers manifesting in your bodies.


You and Jared were 8 years old, it was the end of your joint birthday party, everyone was gone and your parents were helping clean up the small outdoor venue. For the first time all day the area was quiet, a mischievous smile painted on your face as the sound of running water swam to your ears.

“Jared! Jared listen! There’s a waterfall or something! Let’s go find it!!” Your chirped grabbing his hand and pulling him into the woods.

“(Y/N) we’re going to get in trouble!” He cried slipping his hand from yours.

“Jared if I’m going to be your wife you’re going to need to follow me anywhere!” You insisted. Ever since that day he said he’d marry you neither of you denied it. It seemed almost wrong for either of you to consider anyone else. And besides boys had cooties, Jared isn’t a boy. He is Jared and that’s different.

You two clambered through underbrush to the small river at the back end of the property. Sun shone down on to the shallow water, leaves tumbled gently from the oak trees above, and you and Jared shamelessly stripped down to your underwear and splashed into the stream.

After 30 minutes of of playing pretend in the river, you both were so cold you were blue and decided it was best to get dressed and head home. Your clothes were soaked from your splashing, and stuck to you like a second skin.

Your parents, worried sick, cried with joy when you guys showed up in the field by the venue. Jared’s mom gasped at her soaking wet, shivering son and his best friend. Your mom cracked up at the scene before her and instantly took a picture of the two of you, hands locked, soaked to the bone, grass stuck to your sticky skin, and grinning like mad men.

Later than evening both you and Jared were itchy like hell and coughing like crazy. The prognosis; poison ivy and a fevers from the cold river.


You smiled and continued down the hallway to Jared’s room, pushing open white door you found your best friend just waking up. Blurry eyed and voice still husky from sleep he squinted at you confused. “W-what are you doing here?” He groaned as his hand reaching for the glasses that had fallen to the floor moments ago. Walking into his room you grabbed his glasses, put them on, and sat straddling his sleepy body.

“I’m staying the night of course. I’m just going to come straight here after school,” you replied poking is squishy face.

“Yes because your house is so very far away,” he rolled his eyes “where the fuck are my glasses?” In a fit of giggles you grabbed his face between your hands and leaned in close, your face and the glasses on them coming into focus.

“I don’t know J, where the fuck are your glasses?” You said dead serious.

“Go fuck a goat,” he scolded shoving you off onto the floor. You broke out into another fit of giggles, the last you’d seen of his face he was glaring at you, but that facade fell away and he smiled at you gently. He tapped your ribs with his foot as he got out of bed and went to his closet.

“You know if I’m going to be your wife, you need to treat me better!” You said as you got off the floor.

“Yes (y/n), because you’re so set on being my wife,” He deadpanned.

“Wow Mr. Kleinman if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re jealous!” You gasped flopping onto his bed. He mumbled a response that you didn’t hear.

‘Well (y/n). It’s a great thing you don’t know any better,’ you never heard it. But it was a thought that had plagued Jared for a while now.


School was slow and the only reason you didn’t give up preform a self inflicted virgin sacrifice in the bathroom was because Jared kept texting you about tonight.

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

My parents are having a date night, the house is ours till tomorrow. But dinner is up to us.

To: Kleinmeme 🎮

Pizza or Chinese?

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

Dad is leaving $50 like a fucking pimp, so the only reasonable dinner to buy is both and sodas.

To: Kleinmeme 🎮

Damn you. Making me hungry and also giving me a will to live via dinner.

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

You can’t die. I need you. How can I summon Satan if I don’t have his vessel?

To: Kleimeme 🎮

Stop texting me, if Mrs. P takes my phone I’m going to take your soul.


“I’m just saying if you’re going to pick Bowser you’ve got to play to win!”

“ITS MARIO KART YOU DIPSHIT. I DONT PLAY TO WIN. I JUST WIN!”

“WANNA FUCKIN BET?”

You and Jared took off down the sidewalk, barreling full speed ahead to his front door. Running around his house you gathered pillows, blankets, and a nights worth of drinks. You placed orders for pizza and Chinese while Jared set up all of his gaming consoles in basement.


It was midnight, you were pregnant with a Chinese-Italian baby and Jared was complaining he was going through food baby labor. The TV was playing Friends reruns and you and Jared were swaddled in tons of blankets.

“You know. I wouldn’t make a good wife. I can’t cook for shit. But damn I can order a good fuckin’ pizza,” you announced getting up to clean up the take out containers.

“That’s alright sweetheart, I’ll cook. You just go to work and look pretty” he replied in a surprisingly serious tone. You never thought Jared actually meant anything by his comments on your imaginary marriage, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about him romantically.

“Did, did you just call me sweetheart?” You stuttered, your cheeks flushing. Suddenly you appreciated the darkness of the basement.

“I also said you look pretty, what’s your point. Also don’t even say I’m lying we both know you’re fucking drop dead gorgeous,” he grumbled, Jared was practically in love with you. You were his best friend, his partner in crime, and the one that got away. That is if he ever actually had you.

“Jared Kleinman! Are you professing your love to me!” You feigned shock, attempting to defuse the situation with humor.

“You know what, fuck it! (Y/full/N) I’m in love with you. I am. For once no jokes or memes. I’m seriously head over heels for you and have been since the 6th grade. You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m not just an annoying nuisance. You listen to me prattle on and on about stupid memes and video games and you put up with all of my shit from late night rants to family vacation skype calls. You’re always here and you make me so unbelievably happy. God I love you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your humor. Your wit. Your body. God I fucking love your body. I love you,” he admitted. All you could do was stare at him in shock, you never even thought he could have feelings for you beyond friends. You wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him you felt the same but you couldn’t move, your mind was going too fast for your body. “You know what forget it. Forget I said anything. You obviously don’t care. I’m sorry I know you don’t feel the same, I mean how could you? I’m just Jared Kleinman The ever present Jared Kleinman. The family friend Jared Kleinman, The loser Jared Kleinman, The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. And you’re (y/n) and everyone knows you can do better than me by a long shot,” tears pooled in his eyes, you still hadn’t reacted, and he was just waiting for your disgusted rejection, but it never came.

“Jared Kleinman. You’re the best person I know. You always make me smile no matter how bad life gets. You’ve been here for it all, no matter how emotionally disturbed or distant I get. You keep me sane, you keep me safe, you keep me honest. I love you too, more than friends, more than best friends, more than I’ve loved anything ever,” you pulled him into your arms, his body racking with sobs. “Please stop crying, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” you pet his hair and held him to you tightly. He slowly lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at you, his puffy, bloodshot eyes filled with happiness and love. Suddenly you were swept off you feet, he spun you around in joy, all at once you felt you feet return to the ground and you felt Jared’s lips land on yours. It wasn’t a nice kiss, it was wet with salty tears, it was uneducated, too fast and hard, but it was perfect because it was you and it was Jared.

You settled back into the make shift blanket mattress on the floor, curling into Jared’s chest you smiled, happier than ever. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you shoulders.

“Hey (y/n),”

“Yes Jared?”

“You need to go home,”

“What! Why?”

“It’s Saturday. And Saturday is for the boys,”

“Go the fuck to sleep Kleinmeme,”

“Goodnight Love,”

“Goodnight squish,”


Feedback is always appreciated. AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

BTS reactions: To them wanting to break up w/ you.

Because they think you’re relationship is bad for BTS’ fame. 

Originally posted by tahyns

Suga: He would be devasted inside, but his mind is already made. Even thought the members try to make him change his mind, he knows you’ll understand. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

Rap Monster: After he breaks up with you, the members notice him crying after the concert. They try to talk to him, but Namjoon asks a time for himself.

Originally posted by ksjknj

J-Hope: He would go to work and pretend nothing happened, but after the new about your break up he would be really down. Jin would stay by his side to give him support.

Originally posted by kookielife

Jimin: He would try no to think about the conversation he had with the members, telling them he thinks is the best if you two go separate ways. 

Originally posted by animu0w0

V: His members would really notice how down he got after your break up, always trying to make him feel better and call you back.

Originally posted by theseoks

Jin: His idea of breaking up with you wouldn’t last after he talks with the rest of BTS, making him run to your house as soon as he can.

Originally posted by sugutie

Jungkook: He would keep saying “I did this for us, hyung. I broke up with her for BTS

Connection Part 1

Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.

Warnings: Mentions of violent murders

“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.

“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.

“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.

“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.

“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”

“Crazy how?”

“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”

“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.

“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.

“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.

“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.

“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”

“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.

“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.

“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.

“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.

“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.

“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.

Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.

“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.

“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.

“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.

“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.

“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”

“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.

“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.

“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.

****

The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.

“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.

“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.

“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.

“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.

“Beacon Hills.”


**I’m not really sure what I want to do with this, but I had an idea and I wanted to write it! I don’t know how long I’ll make it, but please leave some feedback!**

indigonotes13  asked:

Can you do some langst where Allura and Shiro are mad at Lance, and the team except Hunk and Coran defend him and name off all the things he has done, and maybe a week after they go to a planet that the aliens are really good at reading emotions and they see Lance doing so awesome stuff as the blue paladin and thank him while the whole team is sorry and try to apologise, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to it depends on you

I can try!

I had to change it slightly because I didn’t want to make the team out of character or write them as abusive towards Lance! 

I wrote it so Lance doesn’t hear the full sentence and he thinks that Shiro and Allura hate him. 

I hope you still like it! 

The mission was bound to fail from the moment it started. Each paladin could feel the negative energy as soon as they left the castle to board the Galran ship. Something felt off and they all felt like something would go wrong. They were all right. 

No one could have predicted that the Galra were expecting them. No one could have know that they would be separated. No one could have know who would’ve gotten hurt. 

-

Lance willed Blue to go faster he turned around to check on the red paladin bleeding on Blue’s floor. 

Lance could hear the panicked cries of his teams over the coms and heard Allura demanding what happened aboard the ship. 

Lance wanted to respond but he couldn’t get his voice to come out. I need to get Keith into a pod now! Lance looked back at Keith again and felt tears threaten to spill over. 

Lance gripped Blue’s controls tighter. This is all my fault. 

As soon as Lance landed Blue he was met by his entire team and a frantic looking Shiro. 

Lance went to stand and help Shiro move Keith but Shiro pushed him back into his chair. 

“Just sit down.” Shiro grabbed Keith and moved him out of Blue. 

Lance sat in Blue’s chair, am I not needed? Lance couldn’t stop the tears that fell from his eyes. I can’t do anything right. 

Yet what Lance failed to hear was the whole sentence. Shiro’s full sentence was “Just sit down Lance, you’re shaking, you can’t help Keith in your state.” 

After Lance composed himself he made his way down to the medical bay to check on Keith and the rest of the team. 

As soon as Lance entered the med bay he was greeted by everyone. Keith was already put in a pod and everyone had already changed out of their armor. 

Allura looked at Lance she gestured him over and Lance walked towards the princess. 

“Lance where have you been?” Allura spoke her tone harsher than usual. Lance didn’t hear her full sentence and didn’t her how concerned she was. Allura asked “Lance where have you been we’ve been worried sick.” 

Lance slightly curled in on himself “I was in Blue.” 

She gave Lance a sympathetic look which Lance read as a look of disgusted. 

After 20 minutes of sitting in the medical bay Lance left, his legs shaking and his thoughts consuming him. 

If I was just a little faster, Keith would have been safe. He wouldn’t have to be in that pod right now. 

Lance was pulled out of his thoughts by Hunk touching his shoulder. He turned and saw Hnk and Coran both looking very concerned. 

“Hey man are you okay?” Hunk gave Lance a questioning look. 

Lance gave Hunk and Coran a small shrug and Coran pulled Lance in for a hug. 

“My boy don’t worry about Keith he will be fine.” 

Lance nodded and pulled away from Coran. “But Allura and Shiro are mad at me.  I could’ve protected Keith if I was faster.” 

Coran and Hunk gave Lance a confused look. Hunk seemed to be choosing his next words and he looked at his best friend “Lance what do you mean Shiro and Allura ar-” Hunk never got to finish his sentence when Allura called them all up to the bridge. 

Lance bolted to the bridge, he didn’t want Hunk or Coran to be disappointed in him either. 

-

A few weeks after the mission the team was on another mission They had to help a species clear the Galra from their planet. 

After they succeeded in saving the planet and everyone was checked for injuries the aliens threw them a party. 

Lance stayed quiet the majority of the time, he still firmly believed that Allura and Shiro were mad at him. 

The aliens read these vibes off Lance and immediately questioned the Princess and Shiro. 

“Excuse me, I have a question regarding the Blue Paladin.” The alien vaguely gestured towards the boy. 

Shior and Allura both looked at Lance and shared a look of confusion. 

“What do you mean?” Shiro attempted to keep his voice formal and tried not to sound confused. 

The alien gave him a confused looked. “Do you mean you can’t feel it?” 

“Feel what?” Allura questioned. 

“The vibrations? You’re paladin thinks that you two hate him. I can tell by how his vibrations change whenever he looks at you guys.” 

“Why would we hate him?” Shiro looked towards the boy who was staring at the floor. 

“You have to ask him, but I do hope you fix whatever it is. He seems very valuable to the team and I would hate to see you lose him.,” The alien gave a small bow and walked away. 

Allura and Shiro looked at each other a nodded, they needed to solve this problem now. They didn’t want to lose Lance. 

-

A few moments later they managed to get Lance outside where everything was quiet and asked him why he believed that they hated him. 

Lance didn’t say anything at first but he eventually broke down and told them what they “said” to him. 

Allur and Shiro pulled Lance in for a hug and assured him that they didn’t just say those things and that they loved Lance and he was part of the team. 

They spent the rest of the night hugging Lance and making sure he knew how important and valuable he was to them and everyone else. 

I hope you like it!!!!!

Sorry this took so long!!!! And sorry for changing it! 

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Archie made a Friend? (AA imagine)

This was not a request, but I really liked this idea so I decided to write it! It’s could be a multi-part imagine, but that’s only if you guys want it to be! Enjoy :)

archie x reader

word count: 1,678

Triggers: None 

Originally posted by daddybetty

The first thing that you figured out when you got to Riverdale High is that it’s definitely separated by jocks and nerds, all except that one table in the middle of the lunchroom. Everyday you try to push yourself to sit there, but you have yet to actually make it to the table. See, what happens is you talk yourself into it throughout the whole lunch line saying that ‘this is it, this is the day I’m going to sit with them.’ but then as soon as you get into the actual lunchroom, you chicken out and go sit at a table in the back where there’s only a few kids. None of them talk to you and they all have headphones in. You sigh as today is another one of those days. You make your way to your usually seat and pull out your latest read. Reading and writing is one of your favorite past times. You sometimes write song lyrics but, singing is something that makes you very nervous, so you can never sing them. Ever. The final lunch bell rang, taking you out of your daze, and you made your way to chemistry. As soon as you walk into the room you see ‘NEW SEATS TODAY!’ written on the board. You and a few other kids groan as you walk to the back of the room, waiting for your new seats. You’ve been here for 4 months now and you still have a hard time remembering everyone by name.

“(y/n) (yl/n) you are going to be partners with.. Archibald Andrews. Find a table you two.” Said the teacher. You look around trying to remember who Archibald was. Archibald? Who names their kid Archibald? You finally see a boy with bright red orange hair taking a seat while trying to find his partner.

“Uh Archibald right?” you say with a weird look on your face. He grins and chuckles at you.

“Yes, but everyone calls me Archie. You’re (y/n) right?” He asks as you take the seat right next to him.

“Yeah, how do you know me?” You ask with nervousness behind your voice. Does he see you looking at his lunch table everyday? More and more crazy and outrage thoughts come to mind until finally Archie snapped you out of it.

“(y/n)? I said I have you in like 4 of my classes. And you’re new, which doesn’t happen too often here in Riverdale. Our last new person was ronnie, and she only came a few months before you.”

“Ronnie?” You ask.

“Veronica Lodge. River Vixen? Black hair. You’ll see her now that you know who she is. Do you eat lunch in the lunchroom. Not that I think you don’t! I mean, I didn’t want it to sound like you eat in the bathroom because that would be-”

“Archie!” you said with a laugh before he got even more flustered.

“Sorry, it’s just that I’ve never seen you in the lunchroom before, that’s all.” He finally says before turning bright pink. You give him a small smile.

“I eat in the back of the lunchroom. See, I haven’t made too many friends yet. Actually, none at all. So I sit in the back with like 3 other people who don’t speak. They just listen to music and watch movies.” You explain almost embarrassed at the fact that you just admitted all of that to a boy you just officially met 5 minutes ago.

“Well, since we’re friends now, why don’t you sit with me and my friends? Oh Betts would love you! Please?” He begged. You thought about it. You finally got the invitation to sit with the group you’ve been wanting to sit with since you’ve got here.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be invading anything…”

“No really it would be fine! I promise you they would all be okay with it! Give it a try and if you don’t like it you can go back to sitting with the no-talk kids who listen to music and watch movies.” You smile at this offer.

“Okay deal.”

The rest of class that day was you imagining what everyone would think of you. You finally were going to make some friends and Riverdale will finally start to feel like a home.

The next day, you were nervous in every class before lunch. You also realize that You had Archie in 2 morning classes, and you figured out who Veronica was.

“Hey (y/n), mind if I join you.” Archie smiles as you both walk out of English together.

“Uh sure, my locker is this way.” You both made small talk about random things on the short walk.

“Hey Ronnie! (y/n), this is Veronica, Veronica this is (y/n).” Archie says as you stop at your locker. I guess ‘Ronnie’ was a few lockers down from you. Just because you oh so desperately wanted to sit with them at lunch, doesn’t mean you knew who they were. You’ve only seen side profiles.

“Hello (y/n), it’s nice to meet you. Anyone that’s a friend of my dear archiekins is a friend of mine.” She says with a smile.

“I’ll see you guys at lunch.” She exclaims as she walks off to her next class.

“I like her.” you said as you and Archie walked off to your next classes.

“I knew you would. See you at lunch?” he asks with a huge grin. You smile back.

“Yup, see you at lunch.” You begin to think of all the things that are going to go right at lunch, and not the things that could (and won’t) go wrong.

This is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You finally get to sit with the group you’ve been waiting to sit with all year. You start to slowly walk over there when Archie finally catches your gaze and motions for you to sit next to him.

“Hey Arch.” You say smally as you take a seat at the table of hopefully new friends.

“(y/n), this is Jughead, Betty, Kevin, and Veronica. Guys, this is (y/n). She was new at semester and hasn’t exactly found the right friend group.” He started to explain.

“Hi guys, it’s nice to meet you.” you slightly smile.

“Hello (y/n)! Archie has talked so much about you! I’m glad he finally had to guts to talk to you.” Betty laughs. Archie’s face tinges pink. You give him a confused look. Betty realizes what she said probably wasn’t the most appropriate and decided to change the subject.

“So, (y/n), play any sports?”

“Uhh not really. I was on a swim team when I was younger but I had to stop because I got so busy. I used to play volleyball in middle school but not anymore.”

“You should be a river vixen! They are having tryouts again next week. A girl broke her foot when she was rollerskating with her family, so we have to get a replacement.” Veronica says. I blush at the offer.

“Gee, thanks Veronica but I, I don’t know if I can do that. I’m not really built to be a cheerleader.”

The River Vixens are everywhere and they are so intimidating. I don’t think I could be like that.

“I think you could do it.” Archie says nudging you out of your thoughts. Veronica laughs.

“Oh please, (y/n), he just wants to see you in a cheerleading outfit don’t ya Arch?”

“W-what! Ronnie that’s not true. I feel like she should join a club or something to make more friends.” He says with slight embarrassment in his voice.

“Join the Blue and Gold. Can you write?” Jughead asked.

“Uhh yeah. I write poems and songs in my journal all the time…”  you slightly trail off. Betty and Veronica give each other a look.

“Archie sings.” Betty said with a small smile. You look towards Archie.

“Really? You sing?” He blushes.

“Well yeah sort of, It’s this new thing I’ve been trying.” He grins.

“Maybe you guys can sing a song together sometime?” Veronica said.

“Oh no no no, I don’t sing, I just write lyrics.” you say with a sheepish smile.

“What? That’s nonsense. Spend 2 weeks with us and you’ll be singing right next to Archie at some event.” Veronica said.

“She’s not wrong, eventually, she’ll make you do some of your biggest fears.” Jughead added.

Ronnie gives you a huge smile as the bell rings.

“Well, I hope you continue to eat with us, I love it when Archiekins gets new friends. See you later.”

“It was great meeting you (y/n). Again, I’m really glad that Archie finally had the guts to invite you to eat with us. He’s been talking-”

“OKAY Betty! That’s enough we will catch you guys later.” Archie starts.

“Let’s head to chemistry.” He says to you as you both walk away. You nudge him.

“What was that all about?” Archie blushes.

“Well, uhh you see I’ve kind of had my eyes on you for awhile now. Not-not like that! Just in a friendly way - oh god I sound crazy now don’t I? Ugh well, I just really wanted to be your friend because you seem like a really cool person and oh I don’t know, I saw you sitting by yourself and I just felt like you could have more fun sitting with me and my friends. I’m sorry that this has been really long and rambly I’m not-”

“ARCHIE! It’s fine, I get it. I’ve had my eyes on you guys for awhile now too.” His eyes widen.

“Really?” You nod.

“Now come on Arch, let’s go blow stuff up!”

Joker Imagine *Song inspired* - Lay Me Down

Hi! This is based on the song ‘’All the pretty girls’’ by Kaleo ( click song title to open the song if you want to ). This was requested, but I won’t display the request because it can spoil the story. Enjoy!


Joker’s P.O.V.

Some say that bad people don’t deserve anything good. They say that evil can’t get pure. I didn’t believe that at all since I had Y/N, my girlfriend. I was evil, to be completely honest. Come on, being the clown prince of crime and the king of Gotham didn’t come if you were a good person. I killed, I robbed and I enjoyed bad things. 

Then there was Y/N. She came into my life and at first, I tried to push her away. It wasn’t easy to let someone in and get to know me, but somehow it happened and I was so happy to have her by my side. Damn, we knew how to have fun. We made the Bat chase us around the city quite often. She liked it. Her laugh was like music to my ears when I drove ten times faster than anyone else around us. Everything was just great! I had let her in.

We had been separated for a week now, but I was going to see her soon. I wouldn’t be alone, no, all our friends were coming too. Well, whatever we could call friends, more like our goons and a few criminals we knew. Even her old friends were here which was special. Tonight would be about the king and queen of Gotham. It made my gut twist in a sick way because I was nervous which I rarely was. 

A week ago we had been sailing. Yes, it was romantic and all that shit, but the main reason for it was an island near shore here in Gotham. Y/N and I broke into a fancy-ass house and we killed the owners so we could stay there for a day. It was one of the best days in my life. She opened up to me about her past and I was there to listen. When I was alone with Y/N, I felt like I didn’t have to put on a show. I could just relax and being me, relaxing wasn’t something I could do often. I was always busy planning our next crime.

Anyway, Y/N swam butt-naked in the sea and she even got me in the water, but I had my clothes on. We had negotiated things about her stupid ex-boyfriend and we ended up agreeing that he’d be dead once we got back home. Her ex was a man called Samuel, a total player who had used Y/N. How disrespectful. No one and I mean no one would disrespect my queen.

             The rain made me snap out of my thoughts. Gotham city seemed to be the center of rainclouds.  The sky was very dark and dull, but the full moon shined through. The wind was cold but the breeze wasn’t too harsh. I looked around and saw people waiting. ‘’We can do this Y/N’’ I told her quietly. Then I looked at her, feeling how tears stung my eyes. Man, this felt unreal. This was happening now!

I made sure that the strap on my shoulder was there tightly. Then I gave Y/N a small pat, almost comforting her before I started walking further. Everyone’s eyes turned to us and it reminded me of everything. I just had to keep myself together and not freak out or do some crazy nonsense. Not today, this was way too important.

The five people around me were quiet. Frost was on Y/N’s other side. I took a deep breath and I forced myself to ignore the dirt that came onto my shiny black shoes. The dirt turned muddy because of the rain that soaked our clothes. A few more steps later that felt extremely heavy, we stopped. This is it. It would happen right here on this spot. ‘’You ready boss?’’ Frost asked me carefully, looking right into my eyes. The people around us were still quiet, but some sniffled and cried. There were rows of my goons with loaded guns in their arms.

Everyone was dressed in black. ‘’Yes’’ I told Frost, signaling the four others too. Frost nodded to them all, which broke my little heart that Y/N had once fixed. Too bad she could never do that again. I looked into the deep hole beneath hr and I wanted to wake up, but this wasn’t a dream. This was her funeral.

So we started lowering her casket into the ground. It was a white one with a carving of a swan. I hope she could be happy because my Y/N deserved that. She was such a beautiful girl. I hadn’t cried for years until her death and I swear it was close now. I loosened my grip slightly so she could go down. Then the casket hit the bottom and we pulled up the straps. There she was.

My breath stopped and I stared down at the casket that would be covered in dirt in a few minutes. It felt like I was looking at a nightmare. I couldn’t believe that my beautiful queen was in that wooden box! I couldn’t save her. ‘’I’m so sorry’’ I whispered before facing the other way. I was supposed to hold a speech before she’d be buried. Everyone looked at me now. Although I loved attention, this was different. I hated it. For once I could say that I hated death.

The cemetery was honestly depressing. I saw so many graves around us, so many flowers some dead and some alive, then our guests in black. The grass was wet and it had paths on it because so many people had been here. I cleared my throat and I took a deep breath. Instead of looking at someone, I looked at a nearby tree on a small hill. 

‘’Y/N was too young and too good for this’’ I started, trying my best to sound strong for her. Making a good speech wasn’t my specialty, but I truly tried. ‘’She was the only person who understood me and I felt like I could understand her. Y/N wasn’t a bad person although people would like to think that. Being with a bad person doesn’t make you one. She was incredibly beautiful and sweet. I knew she could accomplish so much, but now that chance is gone. Although religion and stuff like that are hard to understand, I hope she goes to a good place’’ I spoke slowly, holding back tears, but it was hard.

Then I saw something close to the tree. A black figure came closer but stopped. It was Batman. He was just standing there and I knew he’d get shot if he even tried to come and interrupt this. For some reason, it didn’t alert me, because I kinda expected to see him here. ‘’We’re here today to say goodbye to the queen of Gotham city. She shall never be forgotten and I’ll make sure of that’’ I promised them surely. Then I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. I could almost believe she was beside me.

‘’Y/N I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save you. I didn’t want this to happen to you’’ I said more sadly. Then I opened y eyes and I grabbed a shovel. So did the five goons, but I would put dirt in there first. That was a deal. I grabbed a little dirt and then I put the shovel above her grave. ‘’I love you’’ I whispered, saying three words I had said only a handful of times in my entire lifetime. As I let the dirt fall, so did my tears. The rain washed them away which was good.

So we started filling up her grave. It was so unfair! I would do anything to get her back, but I couldn’t. I was surprised that batman didn’t come closer to try and get me. I wasn’t in my best state so I doubt he would find it hard. Maybe he felt guilty as well?

You see Y/N died in such an unnecessary accident. There was a gang making trouble in the city. She was curious about it so we went downtown to see it for ourselves. We meant no harm for once. Batman was already there before us. He was fighting the gang and we watched. I was going to grab my gun from the car just in case, only leaving her side for ten seconds which was enough.

One of the men took her, dragging her in the middle of the mess. I tried to run to her, man I shot everyone around her to get there. No one gave her a helping hand even tho so many could have. I remembered how she screamed when the gang member stabbed her abdomen as I ran. I reached her too late and so did batman. He had tried to save Y/N, but he couldn’t either It all happened so fast.

So there I sat on the cold ground with her dying body in my arms. Her blood had completely soaked her and my clothes, but I didn’t give a damn. ‘’Don’t..blame y-yourself’’ She had told me so weakly. I yelled that she wouldn’t die. I was so furious that I was losing my mind. ‘’I love you’’ Were her last words and then she had died in my arms. I could still feel that haunting moment as it happened a minute ago.

Batman didn’t take me to Arkham that day. I guess he showed mercy or something.

I had lost her.

And now I had lied her down to her last resting place.

overwhelming

summary: yet another little sequel to this rockstar au mixed with best friends get pregnant fic (also read: the second part)

word count: ~2500

a/n: I accidentally wrote more and it’s all fluff again.


Emma met Killian when they were kids.

They both were sitting in the waiting room at the music store for their music lessons. Killian had his guitar, Emma had her sheet music, and both of them were dropped off and came in all by themselves.

She can remember it as if it were yesterday. He’s the one that wanted to talk to her. He came over, smiling, and asked what she was practicing that week.

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Jughead & Reader: The Game

Summary: New to Riverdale, you catch the interest not only of Jughead Jones but of Reggie Mantle. Jughead, sort of competing for your attention, tries his best to make sure you make the right choice.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: The One Moment - OK GO


The wind rustled the trees and leaves scattered the ground, creating a soothing soundtrack to the brisk autumn night. But no one was able to hear these calming sounds. The people of Riverdale High were distracted, jumping up and down while cheering for the football players who were celebrating a touchdown. 

“And that’s another touchdown for the Bulldogs!” The commentator shouted into his microphone, causing more of an uproar from the spectators. 

While everyone was chanting the school song and showcasing their love of Riverdale, you were sitting alone at the top of the bleachers, reading a book. Sports didn’t interest you but you felt it was important to at least see one football game while you were in high school. It didn’t hurt that a lot of the guys on the team were attractive and were kind to you during your first week at Riverdale High. But no one captured your interest more than the guy who was the complete opposite of a football player. 

Jughead Jones walked up the steps and sat by your side. “I never would have thought I’d see you at a football game,” he said as he looked at the players who were in a huddle. He shook his head. 

You closed your book and put it in your purse, knowing your interest in reading was over now that Jughead was with you. “I can say the same to you,” you told him.

He looked at you with a smirk dancing on his lips. “You don’t think I have school spirit?”

“Jughead Jones, for the week that I’ve known you, I know that you have zero school spirit.” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing as you told him the truth.

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Something There (Newt x Pureblood!Reader)

Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

                        

           I was listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack (Cause Honestly who isn’t?)  and this came to mind. So by the title, you all should know what song inspired me. So I hope you like it! If I get good feedback I might make more of these using other Disney songs. Anyways Enjoy!


               The soft smell of tea and hot cocoa drifted through the air as well as the idle chatter of the other patrons. Newt sighed and nervously fiddled with his cup of tea. He was not very fond of the situation he found himself in. It seemed that Augustus Worme thought that Newt would need sketches of his creatures and since Newt didn’t think he could draw very well. Worme decided to send Newt a traveling companion who could draw. “I do hope they arrive soon,” Newt mumbled anxiously. He had some Re’em to check on a few miles away since recently there were rumors of poachers about.

                 That was when You walked in. Your (H/C) hair was neatly curled, a pearl necklace was fastened around your neck along with matching earrings, and a trench coat covered your silver and black dress. Your (E/C) eyes scanned the cafe’ before seeing who you assumed was Newt Scamander. He was sitting at a table nervously fiddling with his case. You scrunched up your nose slightly trying to contain your unhappiness. You didn’t want to work with this Half-Blood… But you knew that you owed Augustus a favor so this was what you had to do. So before you could convince yourself that this was wrong, you went and sat across from Mr.Scamander. “Hello, You must be Mr.Scamander.”

                   Newt flashed you a nervous smile. “Yes and I’m assuming you’re (Y/n),” He said quietly, his eyes never once meeting yours. 

                   Well good…. Maybe he understands where his place his… You thought.


                     Your partnership with Newt was not very functional, to say the least. You considered yourself quite above him. Which in return would cause him to be a little more snappy than usual. This would cause you to retaliate by not listening to his words or you would return it with a sassy remark. So, in the end, you both were driving each other crazy, and yet both of you had started to feel well something.

                      Something about him just stirred something. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it made you uneasy. You, of course, pushed the new feeling aside. It didn’t mean anything at all. Nope, it meant absolutely nothing and you were not going to be tormented by it. How did you even start developing this feeling? You couldn’t understand it at all. Either way, you knew Newt was trouble. He was a half-blood. No matter how many times he seemed kind you had to hate him… Right? But if things didn’t start changing soon… Well, it seemed you’d both would go separate ways.

                                                So what happened? Well… You saved Newt in the New York trip. Graves, who turned out to be Grindelwald, had been sending spells at Newt when you pushed him out of the way. Why would you do that? You weren’t sure yourself it just happened. Newt had worried about you the whole time you were injured. He just couldn’t understand why you saved him… After that, it seemed that something shifted between you two…


                                 Newt smiled as he watched you joke around with the Niffler. The little creature was playfully running in all different directions as you attempted to catch it. It seemed that lately the creatures started to warm up to you. For some reason, Newt felt like he was seeing the real you. He let out a soft chuckle as he saw you scoop up the Niffler. It let out squeaks squirming and trying to run away once more. You huffed in frustration before letting out a sigh. Newt couldn’t help but smile as You took out a small coin for the Niffler.The Niffler instantly relaxed and snatched the coin from You. You grinned triumphantly and sat the creature in your lap as you started back to work.

                                    Newt watched your curiously as confusion clouded his mind. You seemed so sweet now… The old times of fighting and bickering seemed so far ago that he had to wonder. What if he just never noticed this side of you? He just couldn’t truly believe that you went from bad to good that perhaps you had just hidden this part away. After all, he could imagine how strict your parents must have been. He felt something swell in his chest as you stroked the Niffler’s head as you studied it. It was strange, to say the least… This feeling was something new… He studied you one last time before vanishing back in his shack.

                                         It was half an hour later when you finally finished the sketching of the Niffler. The poor thing fell asleep halfway and you smiled at the sight. It was still holding the coin as it curled protectively around it. Gently you picked the creature up and set it back in it’s little hollow. You picked the drawing up and made your way to Newt’s shack to get his opinion on it. You stuck your head in smiling softly as you saw Newt watering his plants. “Hey Newt can I have your opinion on something?”

                                            Newt looked over a small smile forming as he saw you. “Of course (Y/n). Just hand me the watering can by the stairs for a moment. I’d do it myself but somehow I’ve gotten a few pesky weeds in here and I’d like to get them out first.” You let out a small laugh and grinned at him.

                                              “Sure Newt. I wouldn’t mind. By the way, I’ve forgotten have we already decided a sketch for the Bowtruckles in your book?” You set the Niffler sketch carefully on the stairs before grabbing the water can. You stopped for a moment cause you thought that for a moment Newt glanced at you? It was probably nothing so you decided against bringing it up. “Here you are.”

                                                   You blushed as your hand grazed his when he grabbed the can. That’s when you noticed he didn’t flinch away like he used to. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you put your hands behind your back. “No, I don’t think we have picked one,” Newt finally replied. He turned to you and gave you his famous smile. “But how about when I’m done we’ll go through your drawings.”

                                                     He had never smiled like that before…. You felt heat spread across your cheeks causing a red tin to your cheeks. “That sounds great Newt! I’ll get my sketches together.” You tried to ignore the strange butterflies in your stomach as you pressed a kiss to his forehead without thinking.  

                                                        His face flushed red as he watched you hurry up the ladder. He suddenly felt slightly light headed. His heart hammered in his chest and he stood frozen in place. He suddenly realized why he was acting this way. He loves you…. And he was pretty sure that wasn’t there before…


                                                           Queenie, Tina, and Jacob all watched you and Newt from afar. The two of you were laughing and joking as if you had been friends forever. “Well, what happened?” Jacob asked studying the odd behavior you two were showing. You were getting along and weren’t at each other’s throat for once. Queenie giggled and said, “Sweetie can’t you see it?” She turned to Jacob and smiled knowing fully well what was happening.  

                                                              Jacob shook his head and Tina let out a sigh. “Jacob We’re pretty sure that the two like each other,” She stated watching almost sadly as the two sat closer together to focus on a drawing. Jacob’s eyes widen and looked back at the two again.

                                  “Well I can’t believe it’s actually happening….”                        

I Am An Alpha Ch 5: She Comes With Directions

Sehun’s POV

I stare down at my mate, my mate, as she wraps herself around that mutt I captured. Anger and jealousy boil in my chest, why is she holding him? We are her mates! She should be running into my arms so I can finally breath in that delicious scent I know is from her. There is traces of it in the air but it’s coming from the mutt and that makes me even more angry. She marked him, how could she mark another with that sweet vanilla scent of hers? That is meant for us and our pups. I can’t hold in the growl rumbling in my chest and neither can any of my hyungs.

She looks up at us with her fangs bared and I stop. My heart clenches before my wolf rears it’s stubborn head and I return the action. How dare she growl at us because of that mutt. I want to rip that disgusting mutt to pieces, I should have killed him in the forest and went after her than and there. I’m still mad at myself for grabbing him instead of her, we could have avoided this whole thing. My blood boils at the sight of him grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him and only him. He is whispering stuff to her and I see her body slowly relaxing into his embrace. That should be me.

Her pack comes running out of the forest toward her and soon my hyungs and I are racing to them ready to tear them a part but one of her pack members beat us there. It’s the one she is always hiding behind, he blocks us from our mate, teeth bared, claws out, ready to attack.

“Out of the way!” Kris commands but the man doesn’t budge.

“You cannot separate them right now,” He advises us.

“Why the hell not?” Baekhyun snaps this time.

“She will not go to anyone until she wakes up. This always happens after a panic attack, she will only go to me or Jungkook.”

Kris scoffs, “Move, I will get my mate and you will leave before I stop being nice and slaughter you all.” He pushes the tall man out of the way to reach her. I watch as my hyung places a hand on her back only to receive a fierce growl from our sleeping mate. He pauses for a moment before trying again, this time quicker, he slides his hands on to her stomach and pulls at her gently and gets the same response this time with a few little whimpers when he pulled harder.

“Get your hands off her,” One of her members barks pushing Kris away. “If you want her to be okay, you will leave her alone until she wakes up.”

“You can not tell me how to take care of my mate!” Tao snarls.

“Everyone please calm down,” Their leader says calmly but sternly mostly to his own men. “We can’t just expect them to understand how big of a deal this is for her, they don’t know anything about her.”

“She is our mate,” Kai reminds them harshly.

“And what do you know about her beyond that? Do you even know what happened to her just now? Or anything that has happened in her life?” Hoseok questions.

“We haven’t even had the chance to have a conversation with her yet, we shouldn’t be expected to know everything about her right away,” Lay reasons in a soft but strong tone.

Their leader nods in understanding, “There are some things you should know before you try to just dive into this with her, is there anyway we can explain some things to you?”

Kai shakes his head, “We can take care of her ourselves.”

“We will take what ever advise you can give us,” Lay answers flashing Kai a terrifying glare that has me backing down.

“Hyung, are you really going to listen to these guys when they are just trying to run off with her?” Baekhyun scoffs.

“Baekhyun hyung is right, they may trick us,” Tao agrees.

The leader shakes his head, “This is no trick, Insoo has had an interesting life and so she has to be handled with a certain amount of care. She isn’t like any normal omega incase you can’t tell.”

Kris nods, “She with stood the force of all of our dominance for a long time, many can barely handle one of us for more than a few seconds.” We watch him struggle with a internal debate before running his hand threw his hair and letting out a sigh, “You can come in, but only to explain.”

“Of course, we just want to make sure we are leaving her some place safe.”

None of us say anything as they help their pup stand up with our sleeping mate his arms. It was a bit satisfying though when one of them touched her and she has the same reaction that she had to Kris. We lead the way past the glass double doors into one of our sitting rooms. There is a massive couch that was made to fit all of us but it is not big enough for me to be far enough away from those mutts, which leaves me standing against the wall along with Kai and Tao. Lay is sitting on the far edge of the couch away from where the strangers sit with Baekhyun next to him. Kris is standing in the middle of the room looming over the strangers as the pup settles deep into the couch while the others are sitting on the edge. We are going to have to clean the whole thing to get their scent out of here.

“Now please explain what happened to our mate,” Lay says politely.

“She had a panic attack,” The leader, Namjoon responds. “She has them every once a while but this is her second one in two days and that has never happened before.”

“Why does she have them?” Baek wonders.

The second in command answers this one, “Usually it’s because of something that reminds her of something brutal that happened in our past. But these ones are most likely from the stress of meeting you guys.”

“I’m very curious what kind of past she has,” Kris sighs as he begins to pace, never taking his eyes off our mate. “What were you doing in that village that night? The blood red army was there, were you residence of that village who happened to escape?”

The group shares a look before letting the second continue to answer, “We were actually scouts for the blood red army.”

“What?” We all basically yell.

“They were the most brutal army in history, they have slaughtered thousands of innocent people and those they didn’t were forced to be sex slaves or soldiers,” Kris tells us.

Namjoon nods, “That was us.”

“What about our mate?” I choke out. It is a hard question to get out when I’m horrified of the answer. We are all on edge as we wait for one of them to say something.

“She was with us, that is why we call her hyung, she has spent her whole life as a boy,” One of the younger ones say.

I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, “For how long?”

“About seventy years with the army before you guys wiped them out but she was so used to it that she didn’t want to go back to being a normal girl. That is one of the things I really want you explain to you,” The second glances at our mate with a soft gaze. “She is not a normal omega you are going to have to realize that you can not treat her like one.”

“What do you mean? You want us to act as if she is an alpha?” Kai scoffs.

“Yes I do. Because in her mind she is an alpha and if you want her not to run away within the first two days you can’t treat her like a fragile omega. She has been through wars and dealt with some horrible things, she is a warrior. If you are affectionate with her you should know that she will not respond properly right away. She hasn’t received kindness from anyone but us so having it come from someone else is going to be different.”

“How many of there are you?” Another asks.

“Twelve,” Kris answers.

The man’s eyes go wide, “And all of you are her mates?”

We nod but Kris responds, “We are assuming so. The little whiffs we are getting from the pup confirm that the six of us are.”

“If I can suggest something,” The second interjects.

“Might as well, I’m not really sure how to handle something like this,” Kris admits. He’s right, none of us are built to deal with stuff like this. We had always assumed our mate would appear and be a sweet, normal little omega that would be the perfect little mate but now I’m not so sure what fate has in store for us anymore. The more we learn about her the more frightened I become, what if I can’t take care of her? She has been through so much for an omega, and from what I’ve noticed she needs a lot of care.

“When are the others coming back?”

“Tomorrow.”

“When they come back, introduce her to them one by one, all of them at once will be way too much for her and without us here I don’t know how she will react. For tonight, after we leave have her spend time with just one of you so she can have a solid connection with at least one of you.”

Kris cocks a brow at him, “Why just one of us?”

“It gives her someone to lean on, someone solid for her to go to if she feels overwhelmed. When she feels that way or scared she likes to hide her face in your neck so she can get better access to your scent. That is what usually calms her down.”

Baekhyun snickers, “Who should it be?”

“Obviously me, as head alpha I can protect her the best,” Kris snaps.

The second quickly shakes his head, “Anyone but you.”

“Why?”

“Because she associates your scent right now with the day you tackled her and bit me and she gets really scared when the memory pops us, if I had to pick someone it would probably be this new one,” He points to Lay.

“Why him?” Baekhyun, Tao, Kai and I all demand together.

He rolls his eyes at us, “Because when she thinks of the first time she caught your scent she will think of you threatening to slaughter us and kidnapping her favorite pup. This guy so far has no bad connection to his scent. He is probably our safest bet.”

Kris sighs and runs his hand threw his hair once again, “Any thing else you need to tell us or any other suggestions?”

“Actually yes,” Namjoon buts in, “I would like to suggest visitation, cutting off all connection with her will be stressful for her and my pack.”

Kai is quick to shut that idea down, “You’ve got to be kidding me, absolutely not.”

“Kai,” Kris warns.

“You can’t seriously be considering this, they are just going to take her away. What in the world would make you think this is a good idea?”

“The fact that our mate basically needs directions to take care of her. She is not a stable person, she will need all the stability she can get to get used to living with us. I do not want her hating us for cutting off her pack. As head alpha I’m okaying this. You will have one hour with her every day until I know she is used to all of us. There is a cabin you guys can stay at in the southern corner of our property until then, after that you are gone, got it?”

“Got it.”

Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 63

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Slip-n-Slide Kickball

A crowd stood around Loke as he explained the rules to slip-n-slide kickball. “It’s pretty simple if you already know the rules of kickball. The goal for your team is to score the most runs. While running around each base, you have to stay on the plastic tarps in between.”

Lucy scooted closer to Natsu, excitement bubbling in her chest at the thought of playing a sport with other people. She made sure to listen to the rules since this would be her first time playing.

“To be safe, you must have at least one limb inside the pool. Hand, foot, whatever. Unlike regular kickball, you can have more than one person on a base at any given time, but be careful. Too many people will make it harder to run to the next without tripping over each other.”

Loke pointed at the plastic tub full of water in front of him. “This is the pitcher’s mound. If the ball makes it back to the tub, the people on the base need to stop running. Also, unlike regular kickball, there are no limits to how many outs per inning. The inning ends when all players have kicked the ball, so make it count! We’ll be playing three innings per game.”

Loke paused for a moment before grinning. “Now, whoever wants to play needs to line up so we can pick our teams.”

Lucy walked to get in line, surprised when she saw Natsu following her. After what he said last week about not trying while playing sports, she thought he would have wanted to sit out. She couldn’t deny she was happy, wanting to play with him on the same team. She didn’t care if they won or not, she just wanted to have fun.

Lucy saw some of their friends getting in line, as well as a few kids from the school she recognized. She wondered if they were all going to end up on the same team, but it seemed unlikely. ‘I wonder how they pick?’ Her question was answered a moment later when Loke yelled, “Who else wants to be a team captain?”

“Me!” a voice Lucy recognized all too well answered.

She watched as Loke waved Dan over so they could begin. “Since it’s my party, I’ll go first.” Loke’s eyes scanned the line until they landed on a certain female. “Aries!”

Lucy’s excitement started again, feeling glad the girl was chosen first. However, that feeling died once she heard her name being called.

Scratch that.

It wasn’t her name.

“Lulu!”

Lucy’s eye twitched as her hands balled into fists. It was bad enough when he called her that directly, but now he was doing it in front of everyone. She refused to move, feet firmly planted on the ground. “That’s not my name,” she snapped back.

Dan sighed before saying, “Fine, Lucy.”

Lucy stole a glance at Natsu, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze before she started walking towards Dan’s side, upset she was separated from her boyfriend so soon. 'It shouldn’t be long until he’s picked.’

That was what she told herself, but she was wrong.

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Why the types are dangerous: ISFP edition
  • You’ll fall in love with their quirks and their arts faster than you could ever imagine
  • ^ As soon as you have to go separate ways, you’ll go months without hearing a word from them
  • Can burn you to a crisp with the same eyes that will melt your heart
  • Wow they’re so quiet and sweet and OH MY SWEET BABY CARROTS THEY HOLD A LOT OF ANGER AND A REALLY DARK SIDE
  • If this anger is directed at you, you will die or the world will hate you
  • Somehow they picked up 7 billion friends and followers without trying and these people will do whatever they say???
  • Have fun trying to forget them ever :) It won’t happen